film criticism by maryann johanson | celebrating 25 years: 1997–2022
Not terribly disastrous… until it is. Then movie-movie melodrama gives way to eco-cataclysm and new realms of planetary existential nightmare. I cannot recall a movie’s ending haunting me this much.
LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.
Could I dare to hope that another Jo Nesbo film would be as wickedly funny and as sharply pointed as Headhunters? Alas…
Ads for Headhunters and The Cold Light of Day. Probably the most guns the London tube has seen in years…
Crazy-funny, a hilarious satire on male inadequacy disguised as an outrageously violent crime thriller. Not at all for the squeamish, and just so wrong that it ends up just so right.
Yes, that’s Jaime Lannister, but he’s subtitled here…
